Haha, second chapter. :D Thank you for all the reviews and suggestions. I will try my hardest to keep the Host Club in character, even though I will probably PHAIL. . ; xDD If I do end up phailing, break it to me gently. Unless I really deserve a flame. Which I hope I don't.

Okay, enough of my insane rants. I'm just gonna go check myself into a mental hospital now…

Okay, disclaimer:

Ouran High School Host Club © Bisco Hatori

"Teenagers" and its lyrics © My Chemical Romance

P.S. I know I spelled "fail" (phail) wrong. But that's how me and my friends spell it, so yeah…SHOVE IT UP YOUR—no, not really. x33

Two

They're gonna clean up your looks

With all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you

Oh, God. If there Mizuki was allowed one wish right then and there, she would've wished that it was pretty normal to dance around like a spaz. She loved this song. Sure, Mizuki. That made you sound absolutely normal.

They say that

Teenagers scare the living shit outta me

Yes, these particular teenagers scared her. (The normal will be frightened by the freaks, so—by logic—the freaks will be frightened by the normal.) (Well, now that sounded weird, didn't it?)

So fancy…Everything was so fancy here. She was positive each little piece of furniture in every room cost about a fortune. Not that she had a problem with that…but she did have a problem with the pink interior. How long could she stay here without completely losing her mind? Not very long, considering how…insane she felt.

Mizuki slowly strolled down the hallway. She realized the girls were either sweet but rather airheaded, with the occasional cool bitch. The boys were polite and maybe a little weird. But mostly weird.

There were clubs, too. The sewing club didn't interest her much (too quiet, and required too much concentration. Mizuki was a self-proclaimed idiot). The arts and crafts society was…strange. And plus, she was more of a pop artist herself. The Black Magic club was most definitely strange. Although, the cat puppet was pretty cute. And she needed quite a few voodoo dolls for…people. (People, let's leave it at that.)

A boy with a bowl haircut and bangs that covered his eyes waved a newspaper in her face. "This week's news!"

"Um, thanks. I think." She took the newspaper and continued on her way.

Anniversary of the Host Club Grand Opening! Mitsuyama Engaged with Kuze!

Ooh, Ouran's own version of People magazine. What a drag. She glanced behind her, making sure bowl-cut guy wasn't look. He wasn't, and she dropped it into a nearby trashcan.

More huge windows, more pink walls, more girls decked in yellow gowns and boys in light blue monkey suits…Not gonna wake up from this nightmare anytime soon, are you, Mizuki?

Uh, one problem, subconscious.

What?

I ain't dreaming.

She blinked twice dully. Okay, now she was officially insane.

Third Music Room?

Hell, Mizuki didn't even know there was a first or second music room. Unless they were in some other buildings in this enormous complex.

She took off her headphones and pressed her ear to the door. Nothing. It was how she expected the four libraries to be (she was dead-ass wrong).

Well, maybe there's a place to sit. She opened the door and…

"Welcome."

"WHOAH THAT'S MESSED UP," was the first thing she blurted out—without thinking, of course.

Mizuki had found herself gaping at some of the most swankiest—no, forget swanky, these guys were friggin' pretty—boys she had ever seen in her seventeen years on this earth.

She blinked. And blinked again. And scrambled to reopen the door.

"What's messed up?" a pair of green-eyed, light brown-haired identical twins asked.

"Nothing, nothing…oh, my head's messed up," Mizuki replied vaguely, still trying to open it. No use now. Welcome to the hangout of a reversed harem…who's their queen?

Oh, sure. Focus on that.

"Oh, you mean like some kind of mental illness?" one of them asked. Before she could react he was right by her face.

An automatic reflex; Mizuki jabbed him in the forehead with two fingers. "Oww!"

"Personal space, jackass," she said, pissed.

His brother was immediately at his side. "Kaoru…are you all right?" he asked concernedly. "I know how sensitive you are…should I kiss it and make it better…?" He brought the other male—his brother, his own brother—closer to him, so that their noses were only an inch apart.

Mizuki had a rather unexpected reaction: absolute disgust. "That's disgusting! You're gonna make out with your own friggin' brother? That's just…that's just…EW. EWW. Let's leave it at that."

More stares. The twins looked a bit offended, as if their little incestuous moment was supposed to be a show especially for her.

"Well, despite your rather strange acts, you are still a customer and we still benefit," a black-haired boy with glasses said.

"Ne, ne, you found us, Zuki-chan!"

"Ack!" A familiar hyperactive blonde grabbed Mizuki by the arms and began twirling her around in glee.

"Uh, right," Mizuki said, letting go.

"Hani-sempai, do you know our new customer?" a boy with black hair and glasses asked.

"Yeah, yeah! She's in our class!" The blonde looked up at the tallest of the boys, and by so far, the quietest. "Ne, Takashi?"

"Ah," he merely replied, nodding.

"Whatever class you're in and whatever you've done doesn't matter," a violet-eyed blonde said. He stood up from the chair he was sitting in. "Welcome…" He took Mizuki's hand and, to her chagrin, kissed the back of it. "…to the Host Club."

She jerked her hand free and jabbed him in the forehead. "Ahh! Okaa-san, she hurt me!"

"It's what Milord calls Kyoya," the twins informed Mizuki before she could open her mouth to make some sort of smart mouth remark.

"Ootori Kyoya!" the two grinned as they presented to her the black-haired boy.

"…Right," she replied. "Um, that's…wonderful. I gotta go now."

As politely as seemingly possible, Mizuki made a break for the door, but was stopped by the blonde. "Leaving already?" He gave her a look that was intended to be suggestive (but don't go by Mizuki, she wasn't good with reading facial expressions).

"You're our first customer! Please sit down, and we will give you a choice of designation."

"Designate…what?" she asked uncertainly, letting him lead her to a chair.

"Why," he said, shocked, "your choice of a host, of course."

"Host? Oh right, Host Club," Mizuki replied. "Oh, I get it…so…wait, what?"

They probably all thought she was some sort of super-idiot now. Osoko Mizuki, heiress apparent to Osoko Industries, an absolute dumbass. Huzzah. Yay. Bring out the confetti. And booze.

"So!" Blondie looked at Mizuki from underneath his eyelashes, sort of seductively. Not that it really worked on Mizuki. "Which type do you…prefer?"

She stared blankly. "Type…?"

Oh, jeez. Of all the shit she'd gotten herself into, this was probably the shittiest.

YAYZ. I'm probably gonna get shot for terribly portraying the Club. xDD has no self-esteem whatsoever

Welp, hope you liked.

-Chuck

P.S. Oh yeah, maybe a few plot ideas would be nice. I never really fixated on how exactly Mizuki would be introduced to the club. . '''